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Answer to a review: This chapter takes place in episode 13 of season 3, a.k.a. the dinner party with the two original brothers and the Salvatore brothers. Lastly, I'm playing around with the love triangle scenarios but it will become clear in hopefully the next chapter!
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Chapter 21:
The monstrous full moon illuminated the dense forest with its pure light making Kristina's skin look painted with silver. Her grey eyes grow wide as she let the air back into her parched lungs. Her lungs acted as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the world to please them and her muscles begged for relief from their soreness every centimeter she moved.
Kristina looked around cautiously. There were no blood trails and no metallic taste in her dry mouth, meaning no innocent lives were taken. The werewolf-witch hybrid signed at the thought. Kristina tried to think back on what had happened the night before but a black blank over took her memory. She couldn't remember yesterday or the day before.
Kristina followed the path of disturbed pine needles and crunch leaves. Her recollection only served her with the only other time amnesia had clamed her memories.
After Chicago in the 1920's, Kristina had found herself rooming the thick forest of Canada for weeks. The hybrid couldn't recollect what had happened to her before the night of the full moon till she called Katharina. Just the words Niklaus, Mikael and Chicago had sent her mind quickly venturing to old memories. It had been the silver dagger. At the time she had her theories for her forgetfulness but now she was positive that her memory lose was caused by the affects of the silver dagger being plunged in her heart.
There was a sharp snap of a branch and a short intake of breath that apprehended her attention. The hybrid's instincts were to reel around to meet the eyes of the offender but then she remembered her naked state.
"Move any closer and you'll lose an organ." Kristina snarled turning her head 90 degrees. The full moon light let her see the outline of a man but nothing else.
"Kristina?" His voice came out shaky; as of he had just seen a ghost. "Your dead." He stated in a questioning tone.
"No, just naked." She said her lips creating a smirk as she heard Stefan almost choke on air.
"Here" Stefan said as he shifted around the crisp dead leaves before throwing his long sleeve shirt her way.
Kristina wasn't the least bit cold. Yes, the weather about 39 degrees but her werewolf blood boiled around 110 after the transition from wolf to human.
The hybrid pulled the large cotton shirt easily over her head and was satisfied to see that it came inches below her back end.
"I'm covered." Kristina said with a smile on her face as she looked at Stefan's turned back. His kindness and morals made her think of her favorite person in the world, Elijah but she quickly drove his name from her mind. Though she thought of him as one of her closest friends, their last encounter had ended with one very unhappy vampire and one guilty hybrid.
"I don't understand. I saw Niklaus dagger you at homecoming. I personally-" but the rest of Stefan's words were drowned out as her memories flooded back.
Kristina saw it all once again; jumping on Nik, daggering Mikael and the glorious fire that scorched Mikael to ashes. The feeling of victory exploded in her stomach, as if it had happening once again. The triumph sent beautiful emotions throughout her mind and heart. It was as if she had cured a deadly plague, Mikael was death to everyone he meet. It had felt so good, and then she signed her own death sentence when she turned to Niklaus' comfort. In less then seconds she felt the dagger slip easily in her heart, as if it had always belonged there from the beginning.
Stefan watched her grey eyes flicker back and forth like she was possessed. He wasn't sure if he should confront her or let her mind run it's course. But before he had made up his mind on, Kristina bared her wolf-like teeth and her eyes formed to the deadly silvery topaz color. These killer eyes stared right at him, making him felt as if his bare chest was a target.
A deep threatening wolf snarl escaped her lips, echoing throughout the dry hollow forest. The loud burst of her monstrous side didn't last long. As quickly as it came, it left. Leaving her silver and gold eyes swirling with unshed tears and her rose lips quivering slightly.
"He killed me." Kristina whispered her eyes shifting to her bare feet.
Kristina had trusted him. She had thought it would be different when she eliminated both their greatest enemy. She had been naïve.
Kristina shut her eyes firmly till the last teardrop fell next to her bare feet.
"Kristina?" He said his voice soft as he saw her head slowly rise.
The woman hybrid waited 5 seconds before looked up to meet Stefan's alarmed and concerned green eyes. '"I'm going to repay the favor."
What she heard come out of her mouth wasn't her own voice. It sounded as if two people were speaking at the same time, in perfect harmony but the music behind it wasn't hummable and cheerful. Her voice sounded sinister and monstrous.
_(The early morning of that day)_
Kristina had no drawback strolling into the vampire-werewolf hybrid's house. The concept of locked doors appeared to make no sense to the individuals damn with immortality. Who would lock their doors to enemies when they carved the attention and the fight, not to forget the sweet victory? Thanks to Stefan, no hybrids where in a 50 miles radius of Mystic Fall, making the break in too easy.
Kristina let her ears open up and her sight narrow as she venture deeper into the enemy territory.
Nothing sparked her interest as she roamed the deepest parts of the ground floor till she entered a darkly lite room with the interior crammed with several sketches and numerous pencils and empty Bourbon bottles.
It was Niklaus studio.
Kristina smirked to herself as she remembered every detail of his studio in the early 1420's. There were only 3 piece of furniture in the over sized room: the book case, Niklaus' art table with all sorts of artistic utensils, and what really caught her attention, a red oak grand piano. Most of the walls were covered in art except for ¼ of it, which was designated for the bookcase.
This time the studio was a little classier. Just the greatly treasure pieces of work hung from the brick walls, while the rest were scattered throughout the corner of his table with some laying on the deep red oak floor. The most disappointing difference had to be the absence of the burnt red oak piano.
Kristina picked up some of the sketches resting on the over populated table. They seemed recent, as if his hot hands had finished working on the idea only hours ago.
They were mostly of a wide-eyed girl; soft tears rolling down her cheeks and her mouth slightly open as if taking in something surprising. Some were just saddened eyes and others playfully dabbed around the idea of an evil face with carnivorous teeth and wild eyes.
Kristina tossed the picture aside immediately recognizing her sketched face and continued to search around the studio till the object she was looking for came into view. It seemed freshly cleaned; the silver not rusted from its 500 years of living and the deep detailed cut on the handle perfect to the picture she held in her memory. A deep growl escaped her throat as Kristina saw the weapon placed gently on the art table.
She gingerly picked up the blade recognizing the exact weight and the cold touch. The werewolf witch hybrid had been lucky that Niklaus had removed the silver instrument from her heart. Like the daggers used to put Originals into a deep slumber, her special dagger worked in the same methods minus the white oak ashes. But unlike the Original, Kristina had to wait till the rest of the moon cycle finished. In other words she would only wake up on the night of the full moon and her transition.
The mansion sounded impossibly quiet for have the Original Hybrid present. When Kristina fell close to her exit she questioned their presence and opened up her werewolf ears in hopes of an answer.
The flicker of pages being turned became heard and another soft sound came to her ear's reach. The light foots steps only 20 feet away became pronounced. And Kristina didn't wait to find out the second individual in the almost deserted household.
-(Close to the end of the dinner)-
"Go ahead kill me. I know you will after he brings the coffins." Stefan growled as the last bit of his hand healed up.
"You really have given up? Where's the fight? Where's the ripper?" Niklaus growled back. Stefan still had the ripper inside of him; he still possessed the gift of death.
"Easy boys. We wouldn't want any one to get hurt now?" Her voice filled his mind like angelic graceful bells. The sound was almost deceivingly pleasant enough to mask his disappointment in his theory.
Niklaus turned lightly taking in every detail of her being.
Her one shoulder royal blue dress came in perfect length, a few inches above mid thigh. From there it stuck to her form fit body all the way to her right wrist. Her black curly hair was pinned back simply and her grey eyes possessed just a tint of blue and mischief.
"Good evening, Niklaus." Kristina greeted with a sly sneaky smile.
Niklaus felt his smirked smile fall slightly as he realized he had nothing to say. His tongue felt swollen and his mind could only focus on how much he had hoped he would see here again, it was slightly amusing and very irritating.
"Elijah." Nik's voice was steady but his mind whined as he was forced to wrench his blue eyes out of her sight. "Why haven't you left?"
"Where are your manners, brother? We forgot dessert?" As his brother's words reached his eyes he could almost feel Kristina tense against the wall right in front of him. Elijah must have not seen her yet but how his elder brother could not notice the fluttering heart only feet away was unknown.
"What have you done?" Klaus said seriousness taking over his tone as Elijah unmasked the daggers that belonged in his sibling's hearts.
"What have you done? See I have learned not to trust your ruthless promises Klaus. We are doing this on my terms." Elijah said with a bitter taste in his mouth.
Kristina stood with her back pressing against the wall with pure astonishment. She heard Elijah, even smelt his sent from her location but why her feet weren't moving her into view would confuse any philosopher. Elijah stood only one step away from the door way but the only thing she could look at was Niklaus deep oceanic blue eyes. They had looked at her differently, with more of an emotion. It had been more then a hundred years since she and Elijah had had their big fight and broken away.
"We are doing this on my terms." Elijah's words were demanding and seemed to change all her plans for the revengeful night.
"Kol." Niklaus said his eyes growing wider and his voice shaky. The name sent shock waves of pain from the past up and down Kristina's spin.
"Long time no see brother." Kol, her second least favorite original, said stoking straight to Niklaus.
Names come to ear as the rest of Niklaus' half-siblings appeared in the room, every one of them taking a hit to Niklaus. Kristina almost let out a growl at the sight of the hybrid's pain. Every dagger that cut into his flesh made her wanted to walk out of the shadows and calm her revenge.
"Your free to go." Elijah said coldly motioning the Salvatores to exist the mansion. Kristina felt like her presence was unknown which made her question if it really was rewarding enough to stay while she had the chance to flee.
"This is family business." Elijah said his voice oozing with control and demand.
Kristina felt the fingers grip around the strong sharp metal that was once resting on the bar table. Her grip stiffened on the knife as she walked into view.
Their faces told everything. Rebekah's seemed analyzing as if she was remembering. Kol's eyes narrowed at her but became wide in an instant just like Elijah's, though Elijah's seemed more concerned, worried and questioning. And of course Niklaus was slightly smirked but his eyes told he was concerned.
"Don't let me stop you." Kristina said her eyes flickering from the grey to silver-ish topaz.
"Kristina?" Elijah said, his voice unforgettable.
Before anyone could make a move she extended her mother's gift and let the pain explode inside each and every person's head; even Niklaus was slightly crippled by the pain in his head.
Kristina blurred in front of the hybrid, lifting his chin up so they where eye-to-eye.
"How unfortunate," She muttered softly before leaning in to where lips were parallel to his ear. "That my revenge will have to wait?"
On the word "wait", Kristina quickly placed the dinner knife inches away from his heart then vanished, leaving a room full of immortal originals baffled and furious.